heart beat

day nine

Everyday is a new day

For my body to change. 

To grow

To evolve

To become 

The beat of my heart. 

To embrace the skin 

Of my soul. 

I’ll admit 

That I am impatient. 

Why can’t I have it all now?

Why couldn't I have had it always? 

They say patience is a virtue

But why isn’t it condemned?

Why are we told to not 

Want it all?

The sound of a beating drum 

Is best followed 

When you are the one 

Playing the rhythm. 

And so I will march

And dance

And sway 

And move 

And turn

To the rhythm 

Only to the beat of my heart

And the skin of my soul. 

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